[NOUR]
The Wynters left after five days of wild celebration in the kingdom.
There was no dead warrior to bury, and the delusions had since faded.
The prince was alive, and Acrod was living in uncertainty.
No one knew what would happen next.
No one knew how things would go.
Honestly, for most who had ganged up against the omega Nour, they had made it their mission not be seen outside.
Because while they knew nothing of the prince of Acrod, they knew a whole lot about the ruby wolf and the Merdel twin that was unseen across the realm.
They knew about the identities that had scared even the rogues whenever they were active. They knew about the horrors that had been enforced over the years. Sure, Zaire Merdel had never been heard to do anything, but everyone was his brother.
Alanor Wynter.
